My flip-flops fell apart, I fell off my bike, the key won't open my front door, all my clothes are completely ruined, the charger won't charge my phone, and by the way, my bike wheel is so bent now =))) I was most pissed off about the phone. Everything is going to hell for no reason. Why all of a sudden??? It was charging just yesterday... Here is my response to this whole experience. I glued the flip-flops back together. The bike is easy, you fall, you get back up. I got a new key, a really cool one, it turns perfectly now. To charge the phone, you have to twist the cable for a long time until you find the sweet spot where it starts charging =) Clothes, yeah. Definitely need new ones, they ripped, got dirty, stretched out, wore thin (sometimes you don't have time to change before a side job), and that's it, no more clothes. I didn't bring much with me anyway. And as for the bike, I just borrowed one from someone. I'll probably return it before I leave (I'll just tell them it was an experience for me too). But this is how I remember places in the city. You ride by, remember things, and even feel a little nostalgic.